On the eve of the rename of Lingxiao Army, Fu Guang was nearly forty years old.

She led the team that had been born and died with her for many years and escaped from Chang'an overnight.

At that time, Sun Shutong had already suppressed the demon possessed by Feng Zhiyan in some way and suppressed the underground of Liufu Mountain. Nearly one million generals under his command gathered in Chang'an area, waiting for the new emperor who was about to exert his merits and rewarded him.

The Lingxiao Army is just an inconspicuous branch, and cannot even be called a direct lineage.

Late at night, the floating lights galloped on horseback took away nothing, except for the old flag embroidered with the word Lingxiao on nine sides. After assisting Sun Shutong to suppress the evil spirits, she waited for Sun Shutong to issue an order to clear the names of Feng Zhiyan and Lingxiao Army.

In just ten years, Feng Zhiyan's name has gone from a taboo to no one's interest. At first, people would think of the disaster of weak water when they mentioned it, but later, those achievements that were once witnessed by Fu Guang and witnessed by himself were misled, and they were not even admitted that they had happened.

The dead cannot speak, and history is always written by the living.

The young female general who walked out of Wushan, the righteous army who had experienced many hardships and the earliest to break through Chang'an on the road to resisting the old Chu... should receive their glory.

No matter what General Feng encountered after entering Daizong Mountain alone, those footprints left in the war were her step by step with Feng Zhiyan, and the spark that she had been maintaining even though she tried her best to survive over the years.

She could not tolerate the first thing Sun Shutong did after ascending the throne was to change the name of this team, and she could not allow Sun Shutong to indulge those villains who slander the Lingxiao Army to run rampant in the army.

For this matter, she had arguing with Sun Shutong in private, but it was not until today that she truly realized that what Sun Shutong wanted was to completely erase their existence.

He first indulged those rumors, allowing those shameless dirty water to overwhelm the original outstanding merits, and then he beat fifty boards without any pain, leading the dispute to the struggle for the generals. Amid the fierce disputes and the continuous rumors, Feng Zhiyan's name was dissolute, and Ling Xiaojun became a joke in everyone's mouth.

No one mentioned the disaster of weak water many years ago, as if it was just a fantasy disaster.

Facing young people who were more than ten or twenty years younger than me, Floating Light tried to depict the dark river water that suddenly surged from the depths of the ground - it was dark water and scorching fire. They carried extremely poison and amazing heat, and no grass grew in the place where they flowed through.

The young man smiled and waved his hand, making fun of her in private and still refused to admit that she had fallen into a illusion. She was fooled by the old Chu's master of banishing sex, so that she would take such non-existent things seriously.

She ran to many places where the weak water had flooded, trying to collect local chronicles from all over the country to reproduce the situation where Feng Zhiyan led the monks to resist the weak water. However, just a few decades have passed, she can no longer find the words that record the events of that year.

All the records are surprisingly consistent - there was an old Chu ban on the army of the army that caused chaos, which led to the people of several states to fall into a dream, kill each other, set fire to the mountains, and even if there were no roosters crowing thousands of miles of scorched earth.

Half of the people who experienced the disaster of Ruoshui back then died in the war, and most of the people who were still alive were ordinary people with unopened spiritual consciousness.

Their eyes were "bewitched", their hearing was "not trustworthy", they were so fragile and needed protection, and being able to survive was already the favor of God, let alone seeing the truth clearly at that time.

The more places she has been, the more she has the more despair of the light--she doesn't know when and how it all happened.

When she finally realized that she was powerless to turn the world around, Fu Guang decided to escape at night. She wanted to go back to Wushan alone and go back to the hometown she and the general had walked out together. Even if the people in the world didn't remember it, she could still write down everything she saw. In this way, there was always someone in the world who had once been accompanied by the winter sky.

But it's too late.

When she and her companions passed through the Hokkien Mountain, the Fujun, who had been waiting for a long time, rushed down and everyone was buried in the valley.

"This is what Fu Guang told me at the beginning." Xia Ying whispered, "At that time, I needed someone who was smart enough and patient to enter the palace. Her obsession was too heavy, so I didn't intend to let her approach and monitor everything that happened in the inner court - but now it seems that she is doing well, and maybe no one can do better than her."

Feng Yan was silent for a while, "What is her wish...revenge?"

"Sun Shutong has long been dead. Who else can she take revenge on - his descendants?" Xia Ying whispered, "I can understand this approach, but she does not have such an idea. She always has only two things she wants to do, and one of them coincides with me."

Feng Yan looked at Xia Ying, who had temporarily paused, and waited for him to continue talking.

"The first is to kill the monster at the foot of Liufu Mountain - because it was the mind that took Feng Zhiyan's body. If it weren't for it, the ending of the general back then would not be so sad.

"The second is to restore Feng Zhiyan's reputation, just like she wanted to do back then.

"If she can help me complete the first thing, then I can help her complete the second thing. This is the agreement we made at the beginning, that's it."

Feng Yan wanted to ask a few questions, but Qing Xiu had thrown the shovel out of the pit, and he himself crawled out of the pit in dust.

"Sir, I'm ready."

Xiaying stretched out her right hand and murmured in a sound that no one could hear from others. A white light slowly emerged from the floating light. She slowly floated up and was steadily placed into the deep pit dug by Qing Xiu.

Then, without waiting for Xiaying to give instructions, Qing Xiu already understood what he should do next. He picked up the shovel again, filled the small mountain of soil he had just dug out, shoveled and shoveled back.

"The ability of Floating Light after rebirth is very interesting." Xia Ying looked at the person who was buried and suddenly spoke.

"It's related to dreams?"

"Yes, one of her abilities is to make people dream." Xia Ying whispered, "Some simple dreams can almost control people to walk the entire journey, but her spiritual power is limited. Once it is used up, her existence will disappear.

"But not only has she not disappeared, she is lying here like a dead person who just died, even the body is real..."

Xia Ying was silent for a moment, "This is indeed... very magical."

He looked at Feng Yan, "It sounds like, although you did see some of what she wanted you to see, those pictures are not complete. I think Feng Dai probably kidnapped you halfway."
Chapter completed!